Erica, the lawyer that defends sex offenders exclusively.

Erica strides in her high heels hastily, wearing a black blouse and a knee-length pencil skirt. Under other circumstances, people would assume she’s heading towards her workplace at some prestigious law firm. But now she strolls in one of the worst neighborhoods in town under the scorching sun, her C-sized white bra protruding from her sweat-drenched blouse, like a perfect rapebait.

She is heading towards the home of a biker guy, one of her clients. Erica has a reputation of exonerating rapists and domestic **** offenders, which is why she hasn’t been snatched into a van full of rapists dressed like that.

Erica stops in front of a broken-down RV, with a shiny bike parked in the front. She knocks on the door, and a bearded man smoking a cigarette dragged her inside. There are leftover pizza boxes and garbage all over the place.

“Roy, why don’t you use the garbage cans I bought you last time? And you haven’t even opened the bug spray packaging!” Erica immediately took off her high heels and got to picking up the crusty cum tissues and cigarette butt like a grade A dame.

“Here, cunt.” Roy pulls Erica by her well-tended hair, forcing her to face him on her knees. Erica obediently opens her mouth, her tongue reaches out. The man presses the scorching cigarette butt into her tongue, with a huge grin.

“Hmmm!” Erica twitches a bit, but regains her composure in seconds. She had learned to enjoy the treatment.

“Wait, where is your girlfriend? That Susan girl?” Erica notices the lack of a woman’s touch in the RV.

“That’s why I called you here, meat. Use your fucking brain. That cunt ran off to the cops and she’s going to prosecute me. You’re going to get me off again.”

“What’d you do to her?”

“Shoved a stun gun up her ass and switched it on. Bitch ran off while I slept.”

“Told you you should’ve snuffed her when she threatened to call the cops.” Erica says in her cute soft voice.

Roy is almost amused as the veins on his arms begin pulsating. He stares into Erica’s face with a murdering look: “sometimes I want to pry open your skull to see what your fucked up brain is made of.” Roy keeps staring, while Erica’s lips slightly open in expectation. “But before that you’re going to get me off the cops’ hook. Supposed to go to the third precinct, you got a plan? It happens in three days.”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll be there with you. My psychiatrist friend Gretchen will also be there. Your girlfriend is one of her pet projects. ”

Roy touches his chin, still staring into Erica’s blue eyes, his 6’2 body towering over the woman: “Fuck I want to beat you into a pulp right here so bad. But I guess you need to look at least half presentable in front of the judge, huh?”

Erica’s trained brain immediately starts conjuring images of her naked self hung from the ceiling while Roy and her biker friends practice boxing and flogging on her perky abdomen. Fluids start running down her bare thighs. The odor of vaginal discharge and the rancid smell of old cigarettes fills the RV.

“Oomph?!” Erica’s daydreaming is suddenly shattered by a fist driven right into her lower belly. Her womb trembles as Erica falls on her knees, drooling like a dog.

Roy starts unzipping his jeans, his dark brown, uncircumcised 7 inch cock springs out. The cock’s tip is covered by veiny foreskin, with a single dick hair caught in between. The smell of crotch and piss gropes Erica’s ovaries.

“Drain this rod. Don’t fucking spill a drop and you get to keep your teeth.”